I stare at her, up on that stage. She looks so free twirling her body around. She climbs up to a tightrope. No one can really dance on a tightrope, surely. But she can. She does it easily, flipping from foot to hand back to foot. The audience gaze up at her with awe.
I look over at my family and smile. I knew I was right to bring us here. My brother grins wildly, Mother smirks and Father is looking at his phone, as usual. My eyes turn back to her. She's dancing with fire now. Whipping it around like it's nothing. She looks annoyed instead of happy, as if she hates us all. When she catches me in her gaze, I suddenly feel uncomfortable.
As she goes to dismount, I watch her eyes grow in terror, see her fall...
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Dance till I die
ParanormalElizabeth is the most loved dancer in England. Max is the son of the Prime Minister. Our world turned its back on equality. Anyone with an ethnic minority background was sent to live in the slums. These people are called Dregs. Anyone pure English l...
